White out
This entry was posted on 8/9/2006 2:59 PM and is filed under Home decorating.
I was supposed to go canoeing this morning with my daughter Katie, but it was yucky out so we bagged it. First day with less than glorious weather in quite a while. Figures.
Anyway. The kitchen cupboards are almost finished. I had to paint them white since the new counters were so beautiful that suddenly the two toned cupboards looked tacky and distracting. Zack has done most of the painting. I showed him how and he's done a good job; no streaks, drips or globs. Naturally with the cupboards all white now, I couldn't just use the old brass hinges. The new hinges were as close to the old ones as I could get. I shouldn't have bothered, I've had to drill all new holes anyway. It took two and a half hours to rehang six doors last night. But they look great.
Saturday we're having a grad party for Ty, so I'd like to be relatively finished by then.
Zack, my brilliant son who can't seem to get a handle on high school, has a job doing movie reviews for some web site. They'll pay him in cd's and video games. He doesn't care.
Yesterday, he and I drove up to a talent agency in a northern suburb where they were holding open auditions for three different projects. Zack saw that they were requesting 16-21 year old males so he wanted to take a shot. So we got up there around 9:30 and it was just like being in a movie. We were told to go sit in this dark grey room lined with plastic chairs and a 50"tv. There were a few people already there and more came in over the next half hour. Zack had to fill in a survey about himself regarding his experience and he was very honest. For experience he listed NONE and where it asked him about accents and voices, he wrote "I can do a bad British accent". I asked if he couldn't do a bad French accent. He said "I can do a bad Klingon accent, too."
The other characters in the room were right out of central casting. There were the three young turks, all representing specific types: the Black Guy, the Mediteranean Guy (in a cap which I'd be willing to bet he never leaves home without; it's his thing) and a Handsome White Guy. It was immediately apparent that they all knew each other, had worked together and spent lots of time in rooms just like this one together. There were several very young girls. One was too skinny and a brat to her mom and two were kind of heavy and sweet looking. There was the very slim, well groomed fifty year old woman who looked like she was convinced she could pass for thirty five. As Zack put it, "She's dying to be a desperate housewife." Then there was the middle aged man in a suit. Or I should say the Middle Aged Man in a Suit. He had a beard and was obviously after any professional, ethnic, older man part. He actually practiced his lines to himself while waiting his turn.
After about forty minutes, I was getting bored. I had finished all the puzzles and articles in the one section of the paper I'd thought to bring with me and was reduced to drawing cartoons all over the margins. I did one ostrich I sort of liked. Then it was Zack's turn. He was only gone about six minutes and he bopped back into the waiting room with a big smile on his face and motioned for us to go. We didn't speak til we got in the car.
"Well, that was interesting." I said.
"That was just like in a movie," he agreed, starting to laugh "and I SUCKED!!"
He couldn't even talk about it without laughing. I guess he blew his one line on his first two takes and on the third one "I would've nailed it but for some reason when I said the last two words, I lisped. And I had no idea what to do with my hands so I just held them in tight fists like I wanted to punch somebody."
I guess Keanu's got nothing to worry about.
